"OK honey," Dan said. "I admit I've never been pure in my life - but for you, I'll try to be pure." "Oh, thank you, Can!" Veronica said. She kissed him on the cheek. "But how soon do you think we can get married?" Dan asked. "Well... how would you like to come to church with me on Sunday, and we can ask Dr. Greatorex about it after the service? He's the rector of St. Austin's, you know." Dan didn't know that, but he did know that St. Austin's was well known as one of the most gay-friendly...

"You listen to me, you little shit, I run this house. I give the orders and that includes tht little dweeb of a father of your. He has already learned not to defy me and you'd better learn to do the same as well or you'll end up a maid at some cheap sleazy motel on the bad side of town, making beds and cleaning toilets. Then we'll see how smart you really are," Mom told him. "Now first thing you're going to do is call this Jeanne what's her name and tell her that you'c love to try out for...

Crystal was half-dragged and half-carried outside. The door slammed behind them and a large SUV with blacked out windows stood in the drive. The tailgate was opened and Crystal was roughly bundled into the back. The slam of the tailgate sounded final. Crystal rolled about in the back as the vehicle turned left and right, hitting against the sides. With hands cuffed behind, there was no way of bracing against the impacts. The ride seemed long but Crystal had no way of knowing. They must have...

"Mom, it's Jack Stanley, the boy I went out with a few weeks ago. He asked me out again and and I'd really like to go if that's alright?" Robin said. "Why sure, honey, I think that it's good that you have made a friend, I don't see any reason you two boys can't do things together," she said. "Well that's just it, Mom. Jack still things he talking to Sarah and that's who he's asking out." Robin said. "You have to be kidding, Robin. I thought that you said that you were done with that whole...

"Come on, today's the day." It was Ella (Adam) who let herself into the apartment on that Saturday. She was darker blonde today, hair swinging loose, with tight jeans, a white blouse and heels, pearl studs in her ears.  "I'm ready for you, my own Doctor Frankenstein." Harlan stood. "Are you really ready?" "I'm scared stupid, but not enough to tell you to go away." "That's a good start. Did you do the stuff I asked you to do?" "Yes, I'm hairless everywhere you said. I don't usually have to...

"I don't know what's in those pills Marsha makes me take every day," Maddie said as she and Casey were sharing a makeup mirror. "They used to make me feel really strange, sort of present, but not really there. they don't do that now." "You've gotten used to them," Casey replied. "They should stop you feeling so anxious about being a girl." "I know deep down that I don't want to be a girl," Maddie admitted. "But I don't seem to be able to fight it. It's so simple to just carry on." "Maybe...

Connie sighed. "I might as well tell all," she said, "since you said it's OK for me to fling myself at you. Jeannie, I really like you an awful lot. I mean, I'm uh, really going wild about you." She wished she could say I love you, but surely it would sound too idiotic. Jeannie laughed. "Well I really like you an awful lot, too. I think you're, uh, my kind of woman - or what would be my kind of woman, if I had a kind of woman. But you see -  well, I'm gay. I've always been gay....

The coming operation stayed on Stan's mind through the rest of the day and all of the day after. He didn't want to discuss it with anyone even though Lance and Kate were both really interested. He was more interested to know laura's thoughts on what he was doing. Would she think it made him less of a man? As it turned out, she thought it was great and couldn't wait to see the results. When Wednesday came Mike drove a very nervous Stan down to Manchester and waited during the surgery before...

The routine of life in the seminary went on -  classes, masses, rosaries, the liturgy of the hours, recreation, meals, sleep - but not a day went by where I failed to think of what Norbert would soon have in store for me. Sometimes I worried that what we were going to do would be a sin, but I tried to tell my worrying self to shut up. It would be beautiful - so beautiful, as Norbert had said, that it could not possibly be a sin. I imagined that Martin Luther must have started telling...

"You look... different tonight," said Julie then. "I didn't recognize Mike, um. Michelle at all, even when I spoke to her. I wouldn't recognize you, either, Alexandra." "It was deliberate," Alexandra said in her newer, overtly feminine, sultry voice as she stretched in a womanly fashion on the seat beside me, me dressed in as womanish a style as 'she' was. "Susan Dancey and her friend will never know that I was there. Or know that Michelle was either. Not with this makeup on us. Not...

"You can earn more money at least," I told him sarcastically as Alex gave me a puzzled look. "The dates you go on as a girl." I said to him. "You'll be able to replace what you can't find by the end of the week, won't you?" Alex stared at me. "You could date like me as well," he said slowly, which stunned me all through by thin body, his eyes running up and down me as if judging what kind of girl I would be, "and make some money for yourself. You could do what I do just as...

I beckoned to Rosie to come and join us. "This is Rosie." Shyly, he stood and they embraced in a brother/sister sort of way. "Rosie is hereby appointed as your new drag nother, if that's what you want. Be sure, because once you start your apprenticeship with her, you have to stay to the end." "But I never wanted children," rosie blurted out, holding tightly onto his hand, with amusement in her eyes and shock in his. "Rosie, I'll be your best student ever." Anne said. " I never had a...

Stan saw me at once. His eyes bulged as he looked me over, and he grinned at me. Almost at once my panties started to bulge beneath my skirt in response. I could see that Stan was highly delighted with my looks. I wore a hippie headband, my round wire-rimmed glasses that could easily pass for girl's glasses, my favorite cream-colored see-through blouse, a long purple tie-dyed skirt, not loose enough to keep my rapidly burgeoning erection inconspicuous, and my nicest sandals, with purple socks...

i didn't feel very brave right then. That night my dream came again, but this time it was different. it was almost as if my mind had rationalized all the things that I was committed to. This time, I knew I was the girl. No, that's not quite right. I knew I was playing the part of a girl, from my pretty toenails to my super long hair. I had the waist, the hips and the breasts. I had the nails and the earrings. I didn't know how I knew of how I imagined the feelings, but I was so...

"Lord and Lady Wharton are waiting on you," said Eloise, turning down the bed, allowing me to see the pretty panites and short, frilly nightie that would arouse any man's passion for a wife dressed as such. "Enjoy the ride, my lady, and let me congratulate you on being a grannie now!" Ooo, I'll have to get even with her for that remark! Oh, but Eloise's choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was perfect for my husband. I felt like a girlie sex kitten again with my husband. He seized me as...

"And you want me to do the dirty work?" I (Joe) asked. Rich paused. Took another cigarette from the packet on the table and lit it. "I need a woman to play the part." "Why?" I asked. "A woman could move around the hotel more easily than a man without arousing suspicion. She could, for example, go to the bar and say she's meeting a date. She would then go off as if she's been stood up. Most important it wouldn't look too unusual if she was seen entering the room wearing gloves." "But...